I would say that the name Shylock is more or less unknown to the majority of Pakeha New Zealanders, let alone the PI and Asian ones, and expecting everyone to understand his character in the context of 16th century anti-semitism or else suffer the scorn of the chattering classes smacks of intellectual snobbery.
What a pile of attempted condescending crap, delivered from somewhere below ankle-height. Linwood College here in Chch staged The Merchant of Venice back before the earthquakes, with a multi-ethnic cast and a female Shylock. As a relatively downmarket school without a hall the production was held in the gym, with the audience surrounding the action.
The innovative touches dreamed up by the kids, such as Portia and Nerissa’s getting around by scooter, and the multimedia projected online dating Venetian style, went over a treat. Shylock’s dropping her pound of flesh knife to vibrate point downwards in the gym floor would probably have impressed even Tom Semmens’s salt of the earth meathead study subjects
It’s also not as if it is an everyday word used in a loosely pejorative way in the avenues and alleyways of Aotearoa.
For whatever it's worth, there's a Shylocks hairdressers in Upper Riccarton.
Isn’t that the LBJ Playbook?
As the old saying goes, If you’re explaining, you’re losing. Or, more pungently, there’s the (possibly true!) story about LBJ spreading a rumor that his opponent was a pig-f*cker. Aide: “Lyndon, you know he doesn’t do that!” Johnson: “I know. I just want to make him deny it.”
If you’re denying, you’re losing .
And it was only a matter of time before LBJ’s enablers were defending him from an allegation of necrophilia.
For the most part, NZ political commentary is a sheltered workshop.
Guys! The Act Party press release declaring Whyte the winner of the minor party leaders’ debate is totally awesome.
He out-pygmied those other wannabe political pygmies!
A curious thing about political forums is how many participants seem unable or unwilling to discuss issues and only seem intent on trying to piss on people they disagree with or don’t like.
Nothing curious about it, Pete. The reason you’ll continue to spend years having the piss taken out of you in any forum that will endure your self-absorbed droning is because you’re the Wing Han Tsang of NZ politics.
InternetMana is Mr. Dotcom’s (what a silly moniker!) pantomime.
Almost as silly as Bomber Bradbury.
How anyone can take him seriously is beyond me. Can’t y’all see he’s just toying with an election in a tiny country that means NOTHING to him?
He’ll have his fun….then move on.
Men were executed, women bled
Beads and fish changed hands and
Children stayed up late
Coloured drums they stretched the night
There's a taxidermist looking for a fight
But now he's gone
Ah yeah, only the stones remain
but it’s not so long ago that David Farrar was happily telling one of his Kiwiblog contributors that Waring was never a National MP.
Can't do sorry, though I'm prepared to make the online equivalent of a statutory declaration that it happened. It was in around 2011. I'm sure that Farrar genuinely believed it to be the case at the time, and that he did concede his error. Of course Kiwiblog being what it is, it wasn't seen as a big deal.
There are talented hard working people in the National party but we don’t get to see much of them and even less of the work they do – disappointing really.
That's a very old song you're singing. When Barry Gustafson was defeated in Birkenhead in 1987 a member of his campaign team unloaded to the camera about how he'd been undermined by Muldoon, who had a track record of destroying 'quality people' in the party. She then gave examples, including Marilyn Waring. Now Muldoon may be dead, but it's not so long ago that David Farrar was happily telling one of his Kiwiblog contributors that Waring was never a National MP.